The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,62
her life. He'd fucked her, and now he was good to go on. His curiosity or itch or claim was satisfied.
The fact that she walked around with a constant flutter happening inside of her and her pussy wet thinking about him only made her angrier.
So, when Dutch slapped her ass as she carried a pitcher of beer and four empty mugs on the tray to a few of the men, she set the beer on the closest table, turned around, and smacked him across the face.
Fire lit his eyes at the violent contact. She backed up as he stalked forward. The bundle of emotions she held on to all night exploded.
Dutch picked her up. She vibrated, reading his mind, knowing that look.
He carried her down the hallway and out the backdoor. In the pitch blackness, he put her on top of the picnic table. She clung to him, kissing him deeply. Taking what she was too shocked to do last night.
All the anger and confusion came out in desperation to touch him and reassure herself he was here.
He unbuckled his belt while thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She reached down and undid the snap on her shorts. Frustrated at the material being in her way, she scooted off the table, pushing him back with the kiss.
Dutch stood her up, pushing blindly at her shorts, trying to rid her of them. She moaned impatiently.
Against her lips, he mumbled, "Kick them off."
She lifted her foot, jerking out of the material, then managed to get her other leg free. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she raised her knee, trying to climb his body, seeking the hard heat pressed against her.
He turned her around, bending her toward the picnic table, and rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass.
She panted, her head falling back while goosebumps covered her flesh.
Dutch licked a trail from her neck down to her shoulder.
Her spine arched, pushing her hips back, grinding against his cock. He grabbed her hair, arching her more, and returned his lips to her ear. "I'm back. I'm not leaving. You don't fucking kiss other men."
His teeth sank into her neck, and she moaned. "I'm not yours to boss around anymore."
"Bullshit." He slid his cock deep inside of her.
There was no mercy, no tenderness, only raw power, showing her that he wasn't playing around. The pain she'd expected, needed, wanted, wasn't there, only an extreme fullness. It felt different than last night.
Almost as if she could feel him filling her clear up to her throat, making it impossible to argue.
Clawing at the surface of the picnic table, she bucked against him, taking him deeper. Trying to inflict some kind of pain on him.
She wanted to show him how much she hurt. How living with a piece of her heart gone was impossible. That she'd lived her life believing he would always love her.
And during the hardest time of his life, he'd stopped.
He'd left her.
But she couldn't hurt him. He gave back as good as he got. He pounded into her, gripping her hip and pulling her hair, not letting her get away.
"Do you feel me?" He thrust hard into her and withdrew before plunging deeply into her pussy. "All of me."
She moaned with each movement, blind to the night. Pushed to the tips of her toes, her palms slid on the rough wood of the picnic table because of their height difference.
She rocked back as hard as she could without much leverage to make it more substantial. "You. Can't. Hurt. Me. Anymore.
"Damn you." He let go of her hair, put both hands on her hips, and bent his knees more, slamming her back against him. "Hurt me if you want."
He grunted. She ground against him. Her pussy, now tender from the abuse, squeezed down in pleasure as if her body sided with Dutch.
He fucked her, withdrawing and thrusting hard and cruelly. "You never stopped being mine."
"You stole me." She gasped. "You gave me away."
He rutted into her with short, fierce strokes.
"You made me fall in..." She moaned. "Love with you. Promised never to leave me."
"I didn't want to send you away." Buried fully inside of her, he curved his upper body over her back, wrapping his arms around her, imprisoning her so they both couldn't move apart. "You will always be mine, Marla Marie. Fuck me, I can't give you up. Ever."
Her orgasm sucked him in harder. As if it was her one last desperate attempt at keeping him.